Azeroth’s Death Track

Even the mountains... have crumbled...

With a deep voice echoing in Ulduar's glorious hall, the guardians specially created a rock giant to guard the inner sanctum of the city. Kolongarn was torn apart by Agamaggan's violent impact. The collapsed body of the rock giant fell in a strange posture, filling the gully from the vestibule to the inner hall.

Thus, a stone bridge unites the two separated orientations.

Gah! The road to the inner hall is open!

Anzu, who was flying in the palace of Ulduar, shouted:

Demigods, gather together, the mother you want to save is right ahead!

Under its call, the gathered demigods began to prepare to step into the more dangerous inner sanctum. The black panther Ashaman, who is best at stealth and stealth, has sneaked into this city, which is bigger than all cities in Azeroth. There are many Titan shrines, in which to find the way to the mysterious greenhouse of life, while other demigods help the civilization coalition forces who invaded here to establish an outpost.

It is not yet possible to rashly enter the inner hall of this mechanical city, because the device set up by the titans in the front hall has not been completely cracked. Mortal heroes and soldiers after a thrilling tank battle also need a break.

There is a dark and mysterious ancient god sealed under this city of titans. Although Yogg-Saron has not shown his dark power yet, any reasonable warrior will be vigilant against the magic power of the ancient god. In this case, the best mode of war is to advance gradually, not to speed up blindly.

Every camp built by the coalition forces in the huge city of machinery, Ulduar, has priests and paladins from the Church of the Holy Light and the Order of the Silver Dawn to apply light enchantments to them, as well as Drew of the Blightcaller Yimen are always monitoring. They use this method to protect the soldiers from being suddenly manipulated. This is a useful operation. At least until now, there has not been too much trouble.

This is the Observatory! And this is the Guardian's Library...

Holding Ulduar's slate map in his hand, Brian identified the two forks in the front hall, and said to the coalition leaders behind him:

The Norgannon Disc requires a higher level of authority in the library's operating terminal, so I suggest that we capture there first!

agree!

Alsace was the first to agree:

There must be a lot of precious ancient knowledge stored there, and it really should be kept properly.

We also agree.

While wiping the silver double-edged scythe, Tyrande said without raising his head:

What His Majesty Alsace said makes a lot of sense.

We don't care. If there is a strong enemy there, I am happy to challenge it.

Garrosh the orc shrugged at the dwarf:

But if we find a book related to the way of elements, we will make a rubbing copy!

Pandaren...well, we're fine.

Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo communicated with the Shado-Pan masters behind him, and said to Brian:

And because of the pandaren's resistance to the power of the Old Gods, our Shado-Pan monks are willing to take over the camp's defense.

It couldn't be better! So now we only need to wait until the holy priests headed by the Archbishop of Chaldea arrive here, and then we can actually enter the inner temple. This is very good... everything is going well.

Muradin, who had been silent all this time, clapped his hands and thanked the pandaren for their self-recommendation. The pandaren race can survive for more than 10,000 years under the ravages of the sha, which has proved that these chubby people have a certain resistance to the power of the ancient gods. Moreover, the martial art masters of the Shado-Pan sect pay great attention to spiritual cultivation. When facing the same pressure of void power, they are more determined than other races.

By the way... Among all the civilized races known in Azeroth, the most resistant to the power of the Old God, or the power of the void, is not the pandaren, but the hozen.

These simple-minded macaques seldom have any troubles. There are only two things in their empty minds, looking for happiness and enjoying happiness. It is a pity that the hozen is unruly, and there is no real power belonging to them, so so far, the hozen is still difficult to be regarded as a civilized race.

But I heard that last month, a few mysterious explorers found the Hozen King who was suspected to have been missing for 10,000 years in a cave in Pandaria. That friend of Shaohao, the King of the Hozen, the Monkey King, was mysteriously The petrified sculpture, now the lorewalkers in Pandaria are trying to unravel the tricky petrification magic, and let the hozen king return to the modern civilization. Therefore, from this point of view, those big monkeys who behaved badly joined Aize The Las civilization circle is probably just around the corner.

It is foreseeable that the addition of the Malaysian monkeys will also increase the level of amusing and joy in the entire Azeroth civilization circle by several percentage points.

However, in the shadow area that the civilization coalition forces who are busy advancing the Ulduar strategy have not yet discovered, the darkness that has been hiding there has already begun to move... and their speed of action is much faster than the coalition forces.

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hum

A vague wind slapped the back of the head of the orc warrior guarding the base in the front hall. This mighty orc wearing thundercast armor and carrying a heavy battle ax scratched his smooth scalp in a daze. He looked around suspiciously. , seemed to be looking for the source of the weird wind, but this stupid move attracted ruthless ridicule from the human soldiers standing guard together.

The human soldier was also wearing lightning-cast armor and holding two lightning-cast swords, which represented that he was also a hero who participated in the offensive and defensive battle of the Lightning Hall, and his ridicule attracted the glaring eyes of the orc. The orc snorted coldly and carried the weapon on his back Behind him, he made a rude gesture towards the human, and the human raised his fist at the orc not to be outdone.

A few seconds later, the two guys who couldn't control their temper got into a ball at the sentry post. They were still reasonable, but they just punched each other without using weapons, so after being reprimanded by the elf chief who came to separate, The two were not punished.

This little disturbance passed quickly, and everything seemed to be normal, and nothing else happened.

However... where these soldiers didn't notice, a group of guys with strange actions had already taken advantage of the distraction of the sentry to cross the last sentry post of the coalition forces in the front hall and inner temple of Ulduar. Stepped into the scope of the inner hall.

Hush!

The fast-moving Locust is the vanguard and sentinel of the Twilight's Hammer infiltrators. This nimble mantid is as fast as a wind that cannot be seen when flying. It turns its head and gestures to the followers behind it. With the gesture of silence, the sharp amber folding knives on the arms of this mighty Yingjie popped out, and the next moment, its figure disappeared in place.

A moment later, the steel heads of the two chaotic titan creations were thrown to the ground, and the Locust let out a light hum, indicating that the way forward was clear.

Ah, my brother Benedictus, your warriors are truly eye-opening. (Amazing, I have never seen such a good infiltrator, and human assassins are nothing compared to them. child.)

The iconic double voice of the ogre Cugall resounded in the darkness, and when he was wearing a hood, he walked like a black mountain of meat, heavy, bloated and extremely oppressive.

Facing Cugal's hypocritical praise, Benedictas, who was also wearing a hood, didn't care. He said casually:

The heroes are not my soldiers, they are my friends... We believe in a great Master together, well, stop talking about these boring words, open the portal and let your followers Entering this place...the coalition forces are advancing rapidly, and there are wilderness demigods wandering here, so there is not much time left for us.

Don't worry about them, my brother. (They're not a problem, they're a help!)

Cho'gall let out a deep laugh. The huge ogre waved his hands, and a wave of shadow power moved in his palm. Under his call, two void portals connecting to the outside world opened. Rising from the corner of this dark cella.

The magicians of Dalaran and the high elves have been monitoring the magical activities of Ulduar, but their sight cannot penetrate this dark place. (Even better, they who want to save the world will help us Open the final seal... All we have to do is wait for them at the end and admire their desperate expressions, hehehe.)”

The ogre seemed to feel that he had told a perfect joke. He hugged his stomach and laughed. He looked back at Benedictus who was standing in the darkness with gloomy power all over his body. He said in a strange tone :

You don't know, do you? My brother. (This war, all of this, was arranged by Yogg-Saron!)

Although the Demon of Thousand Throats has the ability to get out of trouble, at the last moment when the guardians were eroded by darkness, they still obeyed their mission and re-strengthened the seal. (The seal blocked Yogg-Saron's body from entering the world, It has also protected this world for tens of thousands of years... Unfortunately, mortals will definitely open it!)”

They were so dazzled by the victory they got from C'Thun that they thought they could save the world again. (However, they just kept pushing for self-destruction, and all they did was Yogg-Sa What Long hopes to see, once the seal is opened, the power of the ancient gods will sweep the entire city in an instant!)”

Gugall raised his hands, like a lunatic indulging in his own fantasy, he said in a deep voice:

The mortals sent their best warriors to Yogg-Saron. (These warriors will eventually become our allies in respreading the glory of the Dark Empire across the world, as I have seen!)

This stage, the end of this drama. (I've seen it!)

Cho'gall's raving like a lunatic did not affect the ongoing teleportation. Accompanied by the last batch of Twilight's Hammer cultist elites hiding in the storm cliff, they kept coming out of the shadow portal. Soon, this lonely The temple was full of people.

The races of these guys in purple cloaks are very complex, from tall tauren to dwarf goblins and gnomes, they include members of almost all civilized races in Azeroth, and they are all from the civilized world. The elites who have survived wave after wave of strangulation by the Twilight's Hammer, it can be said that the hundreds of people in this temple are the core strength of the cult organization, the Twilight's Hammer.

However, in this drama that has already opened, they are destined to only become a sad footnote... as cannon fodder, to participate in it.

But this time, it's probably also the closest the Twilight's Hammer's delusions have come to success.

So, where do we go now?

Benedictus looked at those cultists whose hearts were distorted, and even their appearance began to distort. There was no fluctuation in his heart. He had already seen through these hopeless people, but sadly, in any era , there is such a steady stream of ignorant people who are full of stupid hatred for the real order and try to exchange themselves for destructive power to control the so-called destiny, and there are definitely a lot of them.

They are the real idiots in this world...the dregs that most need to be removed.

So, I'm doing something good?

A weird thought appeared in Benedictus's mind, but he was quickly thrown aside by the black bishop. For a person like him, he no longer cares about evil or justice. It is just a naive view of worldly affairs for a boring person.

There are no righteous or evil people in this world, there are only people with various purposes...just like him.

In the face of Benedictus' inquiry, Cugall pointed to an empty darkness behind him with a strange expression, and said:

Don't you see? (That's the guide!)

Benedictus looked at the phantom of a female vrykul floating in the empty darkness, an illusion invisible to mortals, and of course he noticed her, but he had been waiting for Cho'gall's explanation.

The ogre did not disappoint him, Cho'gall threw his hood aside and said:

She is Sarah. (The observer, the eye of the ancient god, the watcher and recorder in the darkness of history.)

Beyond the lush forests of Mount Hyjal, the quicksands of Silithus, the ancient battlefields ravaged by demons, and even the flames of Whispering Harbor, Sarah is there! No one can see her, but she She just recorded everything silently. (She once witnessed life crawling and wriggling from the sea of ​​dark light, she saw life leaving the sea, entering the earth, and even flying into the air, she saw life walking cowardly in the endless dark forest, Helplessly praying for the protection of the gods...)”

She never acts, she just pays attention, only pays attention! (The world thinks they are free, but they don't know that everything about them is bestowed by Yogg-Saron... Sara, this is Yogg-Saron's will to manipulate the world.)

In the dark, she guided me to this place...(It is already full of disappointment with this world, it's time to execute the great Twilight Judgment.)

Gugall turned his head, his three eyes were shining with chaotic light, and he looked at Benedictus with a strange expression:

Did you... hear it? (The call, from the deepest darkness, don't resist... embrace it.)

It shows us the way forward. (The spreader of flesh and blood, the breeder of thousands of lives, the founder of countless civilizations...isn't it right beside you?)